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[b][u][center]Crushing on the Panthers

Part 4

For Silzek

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“I thought you hated the idea of me eating my meals off your paws?" Daniel said, massaging his 'owner's' pads as the dancing digits flicked little slices of oranges here and there. “And yet, here we are…"

“I guess the idea grew on me. And I don't hear you complaining."

“I don't dare, heh."

“Then start eating. And make sure that you lick all of them clean…"

Daniel nodded, lowering his head to the little orange slices that they'd deliberately stuck between each fluffy toe. It was something new that they'd tried after a few weeks of him being more or less a paw-slave possession of the panther in hope of spicing things up again, and it worked. Mostly, at least; they didn't like the idea of anything too messy down there, and the mere thought of trying something like chocolate or any other type of sauce just felt wrong. Small bits of fruit, however, or meat speared on the tips of Ben's claws? That worked just fine.

The human shuffled slightly, getting more comfortable under the table as he lifted one paw to his face. The softer musk after a shower was still there, but the citrus scent of the oranges between the toes mostly masked it. He shook his head in amusement, going down the line of fruit and claws, nibbling each little slice free before kissing the toes that had clenched around them. The soft taste of the fruit juice against pads and fur was a nice little pick-me-up for the morning, too.

“Mmmph…"

“Enjoying it up there, Master?"

“Heh…I think you can tell how much I'm enjoying it."

“Considering I can see your bulge…"

“Consider yourself lucky that you're not getting a liquid breakfast this morning."

The dancing toes tapped his nose again, bringing him back down to the task at hand. Lick, suck, lick, nibble; he went down the toes one by one, until all the orange slices had been freed from their grippers. He went back between them, lingering in the gaps between each pair of toes to lick them clean. His tongue darted between them, seeking out all the little bits of sticky fruit juice that had been left behind and licking them away.

Of course, he licked them more than was needed, just for good measure and good practice, and the soft grunts from above told him that it was appreciated.

Once all the orange slices had been licked clean, he focused his attention on the pads. Not for licking, of course – he still had to clean between the toes – but for a good morning massage. He dug his thumbs into them, gently rubbing against the tension that had faded overnight but needed a little more attention to completely disappear for the day ahead. As his master groaned and grunted overhead, he just took the pleasure of the feeling of the big things in hand.

For all that they were so different from human feet, his studies towards becoming a vet helped him understand all the sensitive spots that needed to be targeted. They were different than human feet by some way, and while humans enjoyed certain attentions, he couldn't give the feline the same ones. Pressure in one spot would hurt a human but sooth a feline, and vice versa.

So, he focused on the pads and the less-firm bits of muscle along the sides, taking care to encourage the tight tissue to relax with gentle rubs. It didn't take long before the panther was slumped back in the chair, enjoying his morning rubs as he always did.

“So, classes looking good today?" Daniel asked.

“Mmm, looking the same as every day."

“Surprised that you're so attentive."

“Dad's paying for it, but he's also looking at my grades. Most strict scholarship in the fucking world, I can tell you."

“Yeah…I gathered that."

“You're lucky that he's only paying for your room and board; if you had that sort of pressure on your head –"

“Let's not give him any ideas. He's already pretty…strict."

And that was putting it mildly. They'd managed to keep the older panther's visits down to just one in the last couple of weeks, and he wanted to keep it that way. As much as his mother loved Benjamin Sr., he knew that the relationship between him and the older panther could and would go south quickly if they were in the room together for too long, unattended. Daniel enjoyed the sort of mild speciesism that existed between him and Ben; Benjamin Sr. had a whole different set of beliefs there, from the fact that he believed that humans were naturally lesser than anthros to the fact that he wanted to see them admit that and for society to change to reflect it.

It was a dangerous sort of idea to deal with, particularly when the panther in question had both the legal resources and the physical ones to make one's life miserable if you didn't bend to it. So far, the older feline had been nothing but kind and generous about everything, but Daniel hadn't exactly stood up for himself during the last few months, either.

[i]Going to have to be a tightrope walk for a while…[/i]

Shaking his head, he got back to licking the toes before him clean. It didn't take long before they were shiny with nothing more than spit, and he pulled his head back, looking up at the bulge between his master's legs.

“So, do you have some time for fun before heading off to class?"

“Heh, I was thinking about taking some time for that. Might have about thirty minutes before I have to get going…and even at the rate that you go, that's enough time to get off."

“Heh…should I pull that zipper down, then, or are we just going to spend that time –"

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

“…That's your dad, isn't it?" Daniel asked.

“…Fuck, it is. Okay, you be quiet; I'm going to put him on speaker."

Daniel nodded, covering his mouth with the pads of one of the panther's paws. The weight of it against his face was always comforting, and it was just a little bit easier to stay quiet that way. He could feel the little stiffening of all the muscles going up the feline's leg and knew that he'd pressed a little button. The urge to be a bit impish and mischievous hit him, but he restrained it.

Best not. Not with this guy on the other end.

“Hey, dad," Ben said, the sound of the phone landing on the table just loud enough to hear. “What's up?"

“[i]I was checking in to make sure that everything is going the way that it's supposed to. Your human is wearing his collar, correct?[/i]"

“Yeah, he had it on overnight and everything."

“[i]And nothing else?[/i]"

“Yeah, he's a nudist at home, at least when nobody else is around."

“[i]See if you can convince him to take it the rest of the way. When one has an appealing human, it's best to encourage them to expose themselves properly for our viewing pleasure.[/i]"

It wasn't the first time that Daniel had heard the sheer level of condescension in the other feline's voice, but it was the first time that he'd heard what Benjamin Sr. sounded like when he thought that there were no humans in the room and he didn't have to moderate himself. It was…both intense and hot, while also completely wrong. The way that he had convinced himself that he was completely in the right to think this way was baffling, and at the same time, Daniel still had at least a semi-erection thinking about it.

“I'll do what I can, dad. You know how it is."

“[i]Yes, yes. Humans think that they are equal. It's going to take time for them to believe anything else.[/i]"

“Mm-hmm."

“[i]But it's important that we don't let it go unchallenged.[/i]"

“I know."

“[i]Have you looked into other groups sympathetic with that view yet?[/i]"

Other groups? Daniel arched an eyebrow at that, and he wished he could have been sitting on the other side of the table to see what his master was doing. All he could do was listen, however.

“Yeah, I've looked. There's three groups that have at least something similar to what you believe."

“[i]Wonderful. I expect to hear that you're taking part. Best to advocate for your point of view early in life. And in your studies, as well.[/i]"

“Yeah, I'm looking into them. Should have, uh, should have something arranged soon."

“[i]I expect to hear which group you're looking into and an event soon. Now, I imagine that you'll need to make use of your human before class, so I won't take up any more of your time. Enjoy yourself, son, and make sure that you keep him in his proper place.[/i]"

Click. The call ended just like that, and Daniel grunted as the paw was pulled off his face. He could hear the slow hiss of a barely-controlled exhalation above. That sounded like their fun was over, at least for the moment. Shaking his head, he pulled back and crawled out from under the table, taking a chair for himself.

“I didn't think that your dad would take the whole thing quite that seriously. I mean, I knew that he really believed this stuff, but –"

“Oh, he believes it, alright, and he expects everyone else to go along with it if they want his help," Ben muttered, pinching the bridge of his muzzle between his fingers. “God, the number of times that he's almost lost a client because of this bullshit. He doesn't even take human clients anymore unless they sign a contract saying that they won't gainsay him in anything, no matter what he does with their case. And everyone else has to just…deal with that."

“…I'm sorry that you had to grow up with that kind of bullshit, Master."

“God…I mean, look. I'm not going to deny, I think he's got a few points. You humans, you have a weakness to you. A lot of you just naturally bend over the minute that someone stronger shows any interest, and that's just natural. I get that. You don't have the muscles, the strength, the claws, anything to defend yourself, so you naturally submit and go along with what someone else says. That makes you physically rather inferior, and there's some instincts that we can take advantage of.

“But that just isn't something that you can go around saying these days. Even he admits that, but now he's wanting me to just…ugh."

Daniel could only imagine. He didn't know what to think about the whole philosophy of superiority vs inferiority when it came to one's species; the jury was out in terms of whether some of the species were more physically superior to others, and while he had a good time with the play, he didn't want to take it so far as the patriarch of the family did. He liked to keep it to the collar, the play that he and Ben enjoyed, and that was it. Anything further just…felt bad, and reeked of problematic connotations.

“So, he wants you to be part of some advocacy group or something?" he asked.

“Pretty much. There's three clubs that had some sort of interest in changing the status quo – hell, I think he was probably one of them, and I'll bet you anything that he bankrolls at least two of them – but I haven't really looked into them yet. I don't want to be too public with this bullshit."

“Right."

“But if he finds out that I'm half-assing it…"

“Bye-bye tuition money?"

“At the very least. He's generous and…mostly good, but there's a limit to what he'll allow for disagreement. The last time that Jo tried to stand up for a human client of his, he cut her off from her allowance and the family cars for two years."

“Two years?!"

“Mmm-hmm. And she had to make a public statement along with her apology to get access to the family accounts again. He's [i]very[/i] pointed about keeping the family on the same page with this thing…"

He could only imagine the sort of bullshit that Ben would have had to deal with growing up with that sort of mentality. All things considered, he supposed that he was rather lucky that the panther didn't have the same sort of aggressive speciesism as his father; growing up under that would have made it rather hard to avoid that fate.

At the same time, he could see that they were in a bit of a pickle. He looked down at the table, tapping his fingers at the edges of it.

“So…what do we do?"

“For now? Nothing."

“But your father –"

“Isn't going to do anything until next quarter," Ben said, shaking his head. “I know my dad; he reviews things quarterly, based on the finances of the office and everything else. So long as we get something started before then, we're good."

“You sure?"

“Positive."

“Okay…well, that's good, at least. So…we have time to figure out which one's the least bad."

“Pretty much." Ben shook his head. “In the meantime, let's focus on something more fun. Something that'll be much more enjoyable for both of us after class today. Remember that talk we had last week about something you wanted to experiment with?"

“Uh, which one? The –"

“The one about being [i]really[/i] underfoot."

“…You're kidding," Daniel said, his face lighting up as he laughed. “You actually went and – how the hell could you afford that?"

“Told dad that it was going to be part of your training."

“And he bought that?"

“That, and the box." Ben chuckled. “So, when you get back here…make sure to get the tools out. The assembly's going to be a pain in the ass, but it's going to be worth it."

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Class went by quickly, and by the time evening rolled around, Daniel was more hyped up than he had been in a long, long time. No matter how many times he told himself to calm down so that he could focus on his work, his thoughts kept going to the planned fun ahead, and he kept getting a hard-on that begged for attention beneath his desk.

And Ben just kept making it worse, too; paw pic after paw pic showed up on his phone, and he grumbled as he resisted the urge to run to the bathroom and jerk off to them. The whole teasing thing was intentional, he knew that much. His owner wanted to make sure that he was as horned-up as possible for the night ahead.

And it worked. By the time that he got back to the dorm, he was more than ready to strip down, and he threw all his clothes in the corner as soon as the door slammed shut behind him. His grin – and his erection – grew even bigger when he saw the box waiting just inside the doorway.

“God, I can't believe that he actually got it."

Just like the obedient human that he was trying to be for his master, he unpacked the box and arranged the various pieces of the cock-box table in place. He shoved the couch further back against the wall, shifted all the other pieces of furniture in the living room out of the way, and set to assembling the damn thing.

It came together in record time, and he grinned as he looked down at the simple bit of furniture. It wasn't anything complicated, but it [i]was[/i] sturdy, and for good reason; it was meant to support the moving weight of someone standing on it, and ensure that the person lying under it had plenty of safety when it came to being underfoot.

He laid down, running his hand over the smooth top and the cushioned underside. He dragged his fingers along the little cock-hole in the middle to the rounded edges at the top and bottom sides. It was perfectly measured for him, and he shook his head as he slowly slid under it.

Pop.

His cock slid through the hole almost like it was made perfectly for him, and a little bit of adjusting allowed his balls to go through to the other side, too. It was definitely something that left him feeling rather vulnerable, but at the same time –

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

He hadn't been that hard for a while. Even Ben's paws only got him so hard these days, and he could feel the vein popping out on one side of his cock as he waited for his roommate and master go come back. Daniel closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing as he waited for the panther to come back.

Five torturous minutes later, he arrived. The click and clack of the door opening and shutting caught his attention, and so did the chuckle that followed.

“I see you're already ready for me. Where are you?" Ben called.

“Under the table."

“Already? You're eager."

“Obviously! Come on, don't keep me waiting, master. I want to see if I can take it properly."

“Oh, you'll take it, alright. The question is, can you keep taking it?"

The black-furred feline rounded the corner with a smirk on his face and a bulge in his pants, bare-pawed as ever. He dropped his bag at the edge of the living room, looking down at the cock sticking out of the table, and Daniel shivered as he felt the teasing judgment of that stare as he was locked in place.

“Mm, such a perverted little human."

“Mmmph…for you and your paws, master."

“And you want them right now."

“Always."

“Always underfoot, always horny, always begging. You're lucky that you have such an understanding master, aren't you?" the panther asked, stepping off the floor and onto the table. “Mmmm, but you are a good, obedient little slut, and I can tell that you did a good job putting this together. No flexing, no bending or breaking…Very good."

“Thank you…thank you, sir," he said, staring down at the toes at the edge of the table. “Please…"

“Still begging?"

“Mmmph…do you want me to stop, Master?"

“Heh, not yet."

“Then please, please, please, let me feel those paws on my cock. Ever since you told me this was coming, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I need your paws on my cock, right now, right now. Please, please, just step on it, let me feel how it feels to be trampled properly. I keep fantasizing about it, and I just – ah!"

It wasn't even contact yet, but the panther had taken that step forward that put one paw right beside his throbbing cock, those clawed toes so close to his balls and nearly stepping on them. The other paw joined the first, and he stared down at how his pale shaft was trapped between two massive black-furred paws. It wasn't even direct contact yet, but to look up and see his master standing there, dominating him just with this position alone, sent a shiver of absolute lust and submission through him.

“God…that's fucking hot," he muttered.

“You know…I think I have to agree with you."

The table was specifically made for him to just barely have the room to squirm beneath it to get in place, and once weight was put on, it more or less held him pinned in place. It was happening just like that now with the cushioned underside of the table pressing down on his chest and middle, and he could feel the air getting ever so slightly pushed out of his lungs as the panther shifted his balance from one spot to another. It was never crushing, per se, but it was a potent pressure that kept him pinned in place.

[i]This is insane…this is amazing…[/i]

“Look at you. Helpless, completely devoted to me…offering your cock as if it deserves attention."

The panther curled one paw inward, pressing against the side of his shaft. Daniel hissed under his breath as it was nudged, curling along the side of the toes before springing back the minute they moved away.

“Such an eager cock."

“Mmmph…"

“And so…obedient."

One paw went up, then came down. He gasped, trying and failing to arch his back with the way that the table pinned him in place. No ability to move, no chance to shift around and make himself more available. All he could do was lie there –

“Mmmph!"

And take the pressure on his cock, the toes sliding along the sides, the weight on his shaft as the panther pushed down harder, harder, and harder still. The sheer pressure that came from above, the way that it was pinned between soft pads and fur and the hard table, was brand new to him. He could barely breathe from how intense it was.

Then it shifted, the toes sliding off to the side, one just barely digging into the underside of the head. He whimpered, biting his tongue as that little motion milked pre-cum from his cock, forcing him to dribble onto the table.

“What's this? Already leaking, human?"

“Nnngh…it's…it's hotter than I thought…"

“Oh, you better not cum without permission. Or I might take that from you."

Claws and toes, toes and claws pressed down in a worrying, threatening drumming motion along his sac, and Daniel went bright red in the cheeks as he imagined what else could be done.

[i]My cock…my balls…[/i]

They were pushed through to the other side of the table, completely helpless and unprotected. They were vulnerable to everything that Ben might decide to do to them; for the first time in their bit of play, he felt the real difference in strength and power between them. Drum, drum, drum: the toes were never harsh, never putting their claws to true use, but he felt every dull impact along his sac. It was…it was very intense, and more than slightly threatening.

And then, they slid further up. Gripping, pulling right where his balls met his cock. They dragged his balls down, almost like weights on a stretcher, pulling them down and then letting them go again. Daniel shivered, biting back more moans as the panther – his master – worked him over.

“Mmm, so full. I bet that you're feeling particularly needy today, human."

“I am, I am," he panted.

“You want me to milk that out of you."

“Yes, master, yes, please, please, milk it out of me."

“You want me to step on this little thing and show you where you belong, where you need to stay."

“Oh god, yes."

“Then let's see if you can take it, hmm?"

Daniel grinned wider than ever as his master lifted his paw from the table. Resting his weight on just one paw made that part of the table bend – not much, just slightly more than it had been – and he could feel that weight pressing down just under his balls, pushing down and grinding his hips right into the ground. The other paw came down shortly after, and it stepped right onto his cock.

Ben leaned forward, and as he did, the weight and pressure went up. Grinding, sliding, then grinding a bit harder, with higher pressure, keeping his cock head pinned in place. He wheezed through compressed lungs as he felt the panther's toes and paw slowly sliding along that hyper-sensitive spot just under the glans, teasing him toward the tip, and then grinding back down along the shaft. The dangerous, pointed tip of the claw came so close to actually pricking him, but the danger of that pointed spot was just that much more erotic in its own way.

He was breathing so hard, panting for breath as his master taunted and used him. He would have been humping air if he hadn't been pinned in place, and god, he was glad that he was with those claws in place. His cock throbbed all the harder as he felt the toes spread around his shaft, only to gasp as Ben stepped down on his cock again, putting all that pressure on him.

Pain and pleasure mixed, but it was more than just the action of being stepped on and ground down. It was the feeling of having someone over him, of leaving his cock exposed and helpless to the more powerful predator, and all the other little bits and pieces of the fantasy that got to him. He was oozing, dripping, sliming up the table and the panther's toes with each new grind and step, and he wasn't sure if he craved the pressure or the relief more as his master walked along his cock.

Tip to base, sliding down to it, and then –

Pressssss.

He wheezed, almost like that one long step on the base of his cock was pressing down on his lungs, squeezing the air right out of them. The feeling grew stronger and stronger until it eased off, leaving him gasping and his cock throbbing, almost flinging itself up toward the panther's toes as it flexed and bounced.

“Begging for abuse. Just like prey to beg for more punishment."

Another step, another long, slow application of weight and pressure. It felt like the whole thing was getting round down, like his cock was being smothered and stomped into the table with the gentle, firm steps of the feline over him. His eyes were bugging out and rolling into the back of their sockets at the same time, his balls feeling like they could explode at any second from just how intense the stimulation was.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Finally, both paws were pressed against his shaft from either side, just enough weight applied to keep his cock pinned under the big toes. Daniel wheezed as he looked up at the arrangement, unable to look away as his shaft seemed to almost disappear between the two larger paws. The black fur against the lighter flesh was just that much more powerful as a result, and he felt like he was on the verge of cumming right then and there.

Then, the fluffy toes started milking him.

It was such a mild movement, little more than a teasing slide forward, back, forward, back, always just teasing the edge of his shaft with the fluffy fur and the gentle pads on the underside. Tickle, nudge, tickle, nudge, working right into the underside of the head and around the slight flare of the tip.

“Nnngh…mmmph…"

“Cum for your mater, human."

“Oh god…"

“Cum for your master, so you can clean his paws afterward."

“Master…I'm…"

“Go on…do it."

There wasn't a force on heaven or earth that could have stopped him at that point. With a deep moan, Daniel came, and he came hard. Pinned in place, he couldn't even thrust away the way that his body wanted, but that didn't matter. What mattered was the pure pleasure that came as he was pushed, as he was milked by those teasing toes.

Squirt, squirt, squirt.

He felt every last shot going up and out through his cock, and the intense pleasure was so potent that he barely managed to keep himself conscious. He had to strain against the flow of pleasure, holding himself against the tide of bliss that threatened to knock him out right then and there. The human barely managed to hold out as those dexterous toes milked him over the edge, and then kept him going…and going…and going.

By the time that the waves of pleasure finally subsided, he was a wreck. The black-furred toes of his master had turned white and gray from how much cum he'd shot, and they were slowly pulled away from his cock and offered to his lips.

“Clean."

“Mmmph…yes, master."

He opened his mouth, allowing the digits past his lips, and he sealed them around each toe as he sucked them clean individually. The master's paws were still quite powerful, and he moaned happily as he licked each one clean.

As he reached the last digit, the panther squatted down. The sudden greater weight on the table pushed some of the air out of Daniel's lungs, but not terribly. He groaned under his breath as he looked up at his master. The panther smirked back.

“Well, that was new."

“Mmmph…you enjoyed that, Master?"

“Heh, I knew you were a paw-lover. Didn't think that you'd get that into being stepped on."

“Well…I like it when you put your paws on me."

“It's more than that, though, isn't it?"

“…Yeah, guess so. But I wasn't the only one enjoying it, heh. Look at that bulge of yours."

“Oh, I don't have to look. I can [i]feel[/i] that throbbing away. Begging for attention. Wanting to rut a certain human right into the mattress and make him beg for more," Ben said, chuckling to himself. “And I plan on doing that tonight. Maybe we'll see if I'm flexible enough to bring my legs around so you can have paws in your face while I fuck your ass."

“…Oh my."

“But first. Let's get you out of this and start looking at those social groups."

“Do we have to?"

“Mm-hmm," Ben said, shaking his head. “It's going to be a thing with my dad until we pick at least one to see, and we might as well get this done now. And you can tell me if it's looking worse than I think it is; I don't want to become my dad, and some of these people would push that."

Much as his libido wasn't entirely satisfied with one orgasm, Daniel nodded. It was an important task, after all, and more than that…well, he was glad that the panther trusted him. There was a lot at stake here – for both of them – and this could easily have become a completely enslaved situation with the big feline just enjoying him as an object. The fact that they were able to take it like this – as partners, even if he was the inferior one – was a huge relief.

As he shuffled out from under the table, Ben helped him to his feet by collar and shoulder. They went to the table – and he wasn't surprised that he wasn't 'allowed' clothes as they sat down – and the panther spread some pamphlets around the table.

“Here's the list," he said. “Speciesists, the lot of 'em, but some are worse than the others."

“Which one is the absolute worst?"

“I'd say this one. 'Paws, Maws, and Claws' basically is all about the differences between anthros and humans and how each one makes us better. They're objectively wrong, but I know dad likes them."

“Well…we'll come back to that. What about the others?"

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Daniel and Ben continue their fun, and explore a new, more extreme version of one kink together.

Tags: M/M, Human/Anthro, Human, Panther, Feline, Anthro Superiority, Paw Fetish, Pawjob, Trampling, Foot Fetish, Cock Through Table, Helpless, Stepped On, Orgasm, Cum, Cleaning, Worship, Miniseries,